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[ 23-05-2000 ]
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[ Art & Literature ]
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[ Mass Media ]
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Sweet Surrender
By Sarah McLachlan
It doesn't mean much.
It doesn't mean anything at all.
The life I've left behind me is a cold room.
Across the last line, from where I can't return,
Where every step I took in faith, betrayed me;
And led me from my home
Sweet, sweet surrender is all that I have to give.
Take me in, no questions asked.
You strip away the ugliness, that surrounds me.
(Who are You )
Am I an angel? Am I already that gone?
I only hope that I won't disappoint you -
When down here on my knees.
(Who are You )
And sweet, sweet, sweet surrender, is all that I have to give.,
(Who are You )
Sweet, sweet, sweet surrender, is all that I have to give.
(Who are You )
Sweet, sweet, sweet surrender, is all that I have to give.
And I don't understand, how by the touch of your hand,
I would be the one, to fall.
I miss the little things.
I miss everything, about you.
It doesn't mean much.
It doesn't mean anything at all.
The life I've left behind me, is a cold room.
( Who are you. )
And, sweet, sweet, sweet surrender, is all that I have to give.
(Who are You )
Sweet, sweet, sweet surrender, is all that I have to give
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